Lazy Moose

So Fox warned me that if I couldn't keep up on twitter I would struggle to keep up to date on my blog. Of course, I accepted this challenge. Moose that do not accept challenges are held in disregard at the high council of moose. Often times this leads to exile. Lonely moose are irrational and often experience extreme mood swings.

I digress. But the point is, Fox was right! I started off great, blogging as often as I could. But then life picked up pace a little bit, and writing was placed on the back burner. I often times would be at work and hear something and be like "I should blog about that..."

But I didn't. I have been a lazy moose. This is my informally formal apology. I won't actually say I am sorry, I was doing other things, but in retrospect, I probably could have written blogs in some of my down time. I probably had great ideas too! But I cannot prove that, because i have the attention span of a sugar addicted chipmunk watching a manatee. Manatee's are like the sloths of the ocean. Just so you follow. Fun story: I did not know how to spell manatee until I wrote this blog.

Chipmunk: WOW! LOOK AT THAT MANATEE!!

Manatee: *doing something as if it were in slow motion, even though its probably at full speed* *its probably eating* *and its meal is probably something nearly as boring as the manatee* *but thats impossible, because unless it were eating a sloth nothing could be as boring as a manatee* *this has gone on way to far*

Chipmunk: WOW! THIS SUCKS! I'M GOING TO PISS OFF SOME CAMPERS BY GETTING JUST CLOSE ENOUGH TO LET THEM TOUCH ME AND THEN SCAMPER THE HELL AWAY EVEN THOUGH THEY AREN'T EVEN REMOTELY FRIGHTENING ME!!!!

Seriously chipmunks, just let me freaking pick your cute selves up. I wont eat you. I'll probably give you marshmallows.

In other words, I forgot my ideas to blog about.

BUT NO LONGER MY FRIENDS! I promise I will try to blog more often. I hope that some of you enjoy this as much as I do. It help me to jut get ideas written down. Makes my head less cluttered.

So heres an update:

I don't want to be a chef when I grow up. I want to be a psychologist. And that is great because then I can stay in school longer and stall growing up officially as much as possible.

I may own a restaurant somewhere down the road, but I don't want the headaches that come with doing so for the majority of my adult life, I want something better, and dammit, I'm going to take it.

I am going to finish culinary school as a personal quest to prove to myself that I can commit to doing something and finish it.

Wow, the went from light and gently humorous to like a new life motto. Didn't mean to do that to you.

That was just since my last blog post... so like... 2 months ago. It has been an interesting two months. I have to go to class now. I will write more later.